The sexual heat in my body was becoming too difficult to contain. My 7 inch boner was a testament to that fact indeed.I fired up my laptop immediately...and hit up Indian Sex Stories, which was suggested to me by my dear friend. I started browsing various categories, and surprisingly, the Incest one caught my attention. I started reading a couple of well-written and sexually inciting sex stories on hot mothers.Immediately, I relieved myself of the sexual heat. Lying down in my bed satisfactorily,. “Don’t make it so easy for me.” I grinned back. “All right then, what’d you cook?” “Baked rolls, shrimp and scallop pasta, steamed vegetables, twice baked potatoes and chocolate torte,” my husband listed. I should mention that Kurt is a professional cook, but rarely has time or energy to cook fancy meals at home. I look at my husband from across the table and my eyes fill with adoration. “Why don’t you slide your chair over by me honey. You’re just too far away.” Kurt scooched over close and. The taste of strawberries was unmistakable. (Thatwas a great idea that Sandi had with the whip cream and ripe berries.) Hernew craving for tongue was insatiable; Monica ran her tongue over theprickly surface of Sandi's shaved twat. To watch them it would bedifficult to tell that this was only Sandi's first experience in the armsof another woman. She licked up the cum dripping from Sandi's nether lipsand then penetrated those twitching petels with her curled up tongue. Theravenous brunette. So this was it. With her hair gone there really would be no going back. Burnside ran the clipper up Wendy’s neck over the top of her head. She picked up the strand of fallen hair and placed it in the younger woman’s trembling hands. Wendy felt the clipper slide up her scalp again, and Burnside laid yet more hair in the student’s hands. As more and more of her hair moved from her scalp to her hands, Wendy struggled to stay still and control her breathing. Burnside finished with the main part of.